Thursday, October 11, 2012

Since I was in a hurry and a sauntering figure was impeding my way through the building site tunnel on Broadway -- one of those people who must know they are impeding the way of those who take their schedules far too seriously -- I soon forgot the sight of the dying insect on the Wattle Street corner, whose slow severe contortions had occupied my mind entirely while I was waiting at the lights.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

All yesterday I was wondering how to write about the young girl on the train who was signalling what might have been disgust to her even younger sister when a thick set boy shoved back one of the seats near them and then flung his body onto the vinyl in a way that might have expressed how he just does things and doesn't complain -- just as, in company, he will nod to his friends as if to agree to something risky even as his thoughts are taken up with the wide stare of several nearly teenage kids who might be watching from a window on the other side of the street. It was not easy, I was thinking, because the girls were soon looking at something in a plastic casing that the older one had taken from her bag.

Friday, October 5, 2012

When the evening has that cooled down once hot feeling, as when your skin shivers painfully on a beach, you might see an enormous woman in pink tease her toddler with a dummy she keeps withdrawing, and you might pass a man who looks like a white-haired, stuffed-thick version of someone you might have known from one of those blurring days in a city that you have lived in now for so many decades that you know how these kinds of evenings run.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

She told me that it wasn't so much his sheer hypocrisy that she minded -- that this execrable character, as she called him, kept using the word vile to describe the supposed attacks on him and then went on to describe himself as a patient, fearless person whose eyes had clear heroic shine -- but it was the expression 'what I do on this program' that got to her -- this way of using the simple word do as if he were an artist and what he made every day on his Breakfast Show was either some careful, ironic construction or the spontaneous expression of his sincerely rigorous, vulnerable soul.